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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Bow not to a highness

When foreigners neared, tides churned
Counter-clock wised volume knob
Murkiest confusion earned
Dire silence covered on cob

It was never cowardice
My shame, not that i am shy
For i saw in them, hubris
They raise themselves up on high

Far not from your royal friend
Intellect and wealth you boast
Living with your latest trend
And i refuse a fake toast

Here you came, you must adjust
You're no boss and you're no God
Away, our native ores you lust
Extract not with our own blood

5 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

Is this political?
... its literal!
enjoy!

Noah The Great said...

This is excellent. I didn't even notice the rhymes the first time through...

Your work is always pleasing. :D

justin said...

nice. i would have enjoyed it a little more if you had gone on to illustrate the majestic death of a major politician or pop icon, say with a joust through the chest cavity. however, i suppose i'm just too grotesque.

i give it an 8 out of 10.

i also like the rhyme and sequencing of this particular one.

Gerald Galindez said...

well thanks Noah! that is so nice..
i think your works are excellent...
~_^

Hi, justin... nice to have you back.
thanks for the very optimistic comment...
i wish i had a grotesque mind just like you... ~_^

Gerald Galindez said...

its all about the plunders on our patrimony and culture by foreign mining trades encouraged by our puppet government.

Mercury polluting our rivers
our balding rainforests
mainly pollution brought by super mining..

cause our country is soo rich in minerals..